Just the simple act of packing the car and getting out of the "city" helps cleanse my mind and ease my soul. I'm not sure if it's leaving the "stuff" our of lives behind or the weight of the air and baggage of this city . . . but leaving feels good. Getting away is fabulous.
And if just driving outside the county line feels good, then the view from the top of Peak 8 can't really be described. Might be the closest one can get to Heaven while physically here, on earth . . .
Ski bums. That's what we're making. Ski bums. They love the snow. The don't mind the gear. They carry their own bags, schlep their own stuff and do their level best to keep up. On Sunday, they skiied with their daddy for the first time. Out of lessons and free on the mountain. Yikes. MOTH was a little worried and felt a touch outnumbered at first, but his reports at mid-day and post event were wonderful. He says Big is cautious. She has age and fear of injury deeply ingrained. She's cautious and what MOTH calls a "cruiser". He says that she skis at my speed, and predicts that we will have fun together. He likes that she brings up the rear and watches out for little siblings and everyone else on the run. He says Middle likes to go straight down and really fast. He has to issue frequent reminders to turn and control her speed. He says that she likes to zoom through the trees and actually looks for things to jump off of or over. Even the slightest little hop makes her giggle and scream, "I got some big air!!" He says Little just whoops it up down the whole run. MOTH says he gets going and all you can hear is little yips, yee-haws and whoo-hoos until he's at the bottom. MOTH's report on Little made me laugh out loud . . . it's exactly what he did last summer on the alpine coaster. Tears filled my eyes and by the time we skidded to a halt, I couldn't see a thing & my gut was spasmed from laughing. MOTH says that Little likes to go fast (really fast), too. Frequent turn and speed reminders are a necessity. Everyone does well on the lifts, with potty breaks and holding out for a long day . . . .
Mimi and I did a little shopping. We bought silicone cupcake forms. A culinary must have. I love them. And a little tiny blue spatula. Some wooden cars and a pair of tomboy jeans for Big. We ate lunch at a little tiny French boutique where Mimi cracked up the European tourists when she launched into song and bellowed "hit me with your best shot . . fire away" while she waggled her bootie while standing on the chair. We checked out the children's museum, played with robotic cars & made pizzas at the sno table. We bought stickers for the windjammer and the sticker wall in the garage. We contemplated a horse drawn carriage ride, but opted for ice cream instead. We went swimming, made a fleece pillow at kids craft time, practiced gymnastics and went puddle splashing in the village. I love a long holiday weekend!